For a few seconds the thought crossed his mind to go after his creator but Lazarus refrained and instead headed back into the light of another laborious day. It wasn't easy and what made it even harder is over half the drindeling population lived in precarious conditions. As soon as his feet crossed the threshold, they were swept out from underneath him, and he found himself looking up into the bright crimson eyes of a beautiful and rare albino woman. A small, hopefully warming, tight lipped etched itself as he tried his hardest to breath carefully, "Mae Lynn," he had no idea what he was about to say but it seemed he didn't need to because she stole the words directly from him, "What's going on? Why are you always following me? Why do your eyes look so different from the other creatures? What are you? Why isn't my father dead like everyone used to say? How do we get out of this?"
It wasn't uncommon for a human to be curious, and usually he would've simply shrugged off her rapid fire questions, but something told him he needed to help her find the answers he'd been seeking for centuries. He lightly shoved her away, and as he stood up, the old familiar wave of unease, led to spotting the dark soul before it ran off. "Lazarus, wait.." whatever she was about to say next was drowned out by a mix of instinct and adrenaline as he followed the dark soul. It tried to run around the back of vacant courthouse steps but he met it on the other side. The territory felt eerily familiar as he chased the dark soul into a run down apartment complex. Then it struck him, this was where he'd met Celest that fateful night. He stood there locked in a daze of memories until the sound of distorted footsteps threw him out of his trance. He hadn't thought of being followed. Panic swelled as he made his way back toward the entrance of the complex until he locked eyes with Mae. He shook his head and turned back but it was in vain; the dark soul had already fled.